I'll get more in
freezing up, more in Northwest River people and more in the winter
journey to God's country.
Friday, September 18th.--Temp. 38 degrees 6 A.M. S.E. wind,
turning to N.W. gale about noon. Raw and snow by spells. Caught
three namaycush in AM., then wind bound by fierce N.W. gale at
camp. Wallace caught 2 1/2 lbs. trout. I caught 1 lb. Namaycush
heads and guts and my trout for supper. Boiled with last of flour.
Hungry and a bit weak, but all cheerful. Sat late by roaring camp
fire. Very depressing this, getting wind bound so often just when
we are trying to get fish ahead for our long portage towards home.
Have thought a good deal about home. It seems to me I'll never be
willing to leave it again. I don't believe I'll want any more
trips too hard for M. to share. Her companionship and our home
life are better than a great trip. So it seems to me.
Saturday, September 19th.--Rain and snow last night, temp. 32
degrees. Gale from northwest all day. Wind bound in camp all day.
Lay in tent almost all the time. Spits of snow. No breakfast.
Bit of fish and its liquor for lunch. Same with a dash of pea meal
at night.
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